LINKDING

Summary: "After all, this gracious daozhang has been spoiling me so much lately, and it’s high time I returned the favor.” Xie Lian trailed to a stop behind Hua Cheng, looking a little lost as Hua Cheng leaped briskly up the steps. Once there, he stopped to flash an impish grin in Xie Lian’s direction. “If dianxia has no objections– allow /me/ to make dinner tonight.” 🍲 In which 'home' isn't a place, but the people in it. (Or, "Good Soup: the fic") ➤ a sweet hualian fic from before they get together ➤ about hua cheng and xie lian cooking together at puqi shrine, and about what makes the feeling of home ➤ lots of great food details! ➤ 8k words in length

Summary: <blockquote>Jiang Cheng realises that his own nephew has never tried his mother's signature dish, and takes it upon himself to rectify this. [Recipe at the end]</blockquote> ➤ post-canon, jiang cheng realises jin ling has never tasted his mother's soup ➤ cue the epic quest to learn how to recreate it, and the things he learns along the way ➤ lovely fic about family and about food ➤ 4k words in length ➤ thanks to stultiloquentia for the rec!

<blockquote>Luo Binghe buys groceries, eats, cries, and eats again.</blockquote>

<blockquote>I only had three things going for me. Firstly, they didn’t know who I was yet. And secondly, that meant they didn’t know that I was a lowbinder, or that there were only two magic bindings I was any good at. One was how to find something lost. And the other was how to summon something small to hand from close by, or send something equally small. Perfect for card tricks. Not so good for knots around my hands. If one of them got close enough, maybe I could steal something to release myself. And thirdly, morning was coming. And then the show would start and maybe they would be distracted enough for me to break out from here. Aunty still wouldn’t have her wok, but I’d have to work that out later.</blockquote>

<blockquote>at last / my love has come along</blockquote>

<blockquote>Theoretically he knows it’s possible to bake bread using nuruk as the yeast starter, and he’s sure he’ll figure it out eventually, but making the bread is just the first step! Then he’s got to somehow recreate Italian seasoning from scratch, and that’s not even getting into the cheese— In the past, in the future, Bong-hwan and So-yon navigate their appetites.</blockquote>

<blockquote>A day in the life of the Untheileneise kitchens.</blockquote>

<blockquote>Bingqiu wherein Shen Qingqiu is the world's most feared food critic, and Luo Binghe is but a humble reality cooking show contestant.</blockquote>

<blockquote>Seven Necessities. Seven Tenths Full. What makes a meal, and what makes a family.</blockquote> ➤ A story told through encounters with food. Suffused with deep feelings, both the pleasure and the pain and the longing (both for what cannot be and for what, in the end, can be). It's beautiful.

<blockquote>Luo Binghe is seventeen, and on the cusp of great things.</blockquote> ➤ Preslash, early canon, lbh's pov

<blockquote>Jin Ling resumes thumping on the door to room 721, and the small collection of freshmen starts chanting “Senior Wei! Senior Wei! Senior Wei!” with increasing volume until finally Wei Wuxian opens the door. “Yes?” he says with his widest, most innocent eyes. “Senior Wei!” demands Lan Jingyi, shoving himself to the front of the group. “Why didn’t you tell us you’re a contestant on this year’s season of The Great Gusu Bake Off?!?” -- Several months ago, college student Wei Wuxian secretly competed in the most popular reality show in the country. The show starts airing in the fall. The freshmen in his dorm collectively lose their minds.</blockquote>

<blockquote>For all the weirdness of the new life Nile found herself in, it was--of all things--a grilled cheese sandwich that finally pushed her over the metaphorical edge.</blockquote>

<blockquote>“What month is it?” Nile looks at her watch. “April.” Andy looks like she’s calculating something in her head. “Ah. It’s that time of year again.” “Ramadan? I didn’t think either of them were religious still.” Andy shrugs, a twitch of her shoulders. “I don’t think it’s a religious thing anymore, not really. You can ask them about it.”</blockquote>

<blockquote>"I don't mean to offend," Luke said. His ears were turning hot, because Han was looking at him again with that condescending starpilot look, like Luke was a child. "It's just—water is purple?" "Purple?" Han looked absolutely baffled. "Why would water be purple?" In which moisture farming involves a lot more cacti than in canon.</blockquote>

<blockquote>Mirror Uhura claims Mirror Janice Rand as a slave. She could do anything with her, so naturally she decides to treat her to a good breakfast.</blockquote>

<blockquote>Patrick’s never met anyone who cares about food the way David cares about food.</blockquote>

<blockquote>Ava and Zach dig into the blue crate, not yet put away, and select three eggs each. Golden eggs from golden geese in Wisconsin, eggs that remind Ava of crafty Easter displays. Mythique doesn’t use chicken eggs, and Ava doesn’t use any magical ingredients at all until she can prove herself by making a golden omelet just as perfect as she can make with a chicken egg. Until they prove their worth, the new people, she and Zach, are stuck peeling potatoes and washing lettuce. She’s been trying for two weeks. Zach’s been trying for three.</blockquote> ➤ excellent and unsettling

<blockquote>You’ll smell it before you see it — scents of ticklish pollen, braised roots. The market doesn’t like to let itself be found too easily. I found it by accident nineteen years ago, stumbling from Atgeld Library in that gossamer hour when the sun begins to warm a world still living in night. They tell me the walls between things are thinner at dawn and dusk. But you, my daughter, needn’t worry about all that. They’re expecting you.</blockquote>

<blockquote>“So you’re a chef,” the huntress said, after she’d saved the day, “and you’re out here to hunt and cook a dragon?” “Yes?” Kee picked leaves off her muddied pants, a futile gesture.</blockquote>

<blockquote>Jack Zimmermann keeps up with his neighborhood's Facebook group only so he can keep an eye out for lost dogs during his morning run. Until the day one of his neighbors starts giving away pies.</blockquote>

<blockquote>A young food taster to the Traitor King must make a difficult choice in this story of pastries, magic, and revenge.</blockquote>

<blockquote>At midnight in the Night & Day Bakery, the burnt-caramel vanilla scent of warm sugar rose into the air and hovered. Esmé was careful to keep the heat balanced—if the sugar got too warm, not only would the syrup scorch, but the spell inside of it would burn, too. The oven, as if attuned to her very thoughts, held steady. Esmé smiled.</blockquote>

<blockquote>Engineer’s meat wept and squirmed and wriggled inside her steel organ cavity, so different from the stable purr of gears and circuit boards. You couldn’t count on meat. It lulled you with its warmth, the soft give of skin, the tug of muscle, the neurotransmitter snow fluttering down from neurons to her cyborg logic center. On other days, the meat sickened, swelled inside her steel shell, pressed into her joints. Putrid yellow meat-juices dripped all over her chassis, eroding away its chrome gloss. It contaminated everything, slicking down her tools while she hacked into the engine core on the stolen ship. It dripped between her twelve long fingers on her six joined arms as she helped her cyborg siblings jettison all the ship’s extra gear out the airlocks to speed the trip. So when the first human vessel pinged their stolen ship with an order for grub, Engineer knew that meat was somehow to blame.</blockquote>

<blockquote>Food and love have a lot in common. Leia learns how to cook. This takes some time.</blockquote> ➤ three times Leia cooks with someone else

<blockquote>Mark is having a "Fuck You, Mars" moment.</blockquote> ➤ post-canon. I enjoyed Mark's complicated and sometimes contradictory feelings about potatoes

<blockquote>The justification Yuri gives himself for ending up at Yu-Topia is that the onsen is practically part of his training regime. He goes into the kitchens first, entirely because it’s polite to greet Hiroko and not at all because he’s looking for Grandpa. He finds possibly the last thing he expected to find in Hiroko’s kitchen. There’s Grandpa, which is predictable. He reaches out to ruffle Yuri’s hair, and Yuri pretends to hate it, also predictably. Grandpa has on one of Hiroko’s aprons, and is evidently in the middle of chopping up some kind of vegetable, which is still not the unexpected part. The unexpected part is that Viktor is also wearing an apron, and is peering into a metal bowl looking perplexed.</blockquote>

<blockquote>Feral Desert Child and Former Stormtrooper Learn How To Food, Beleaguered Resistance Pilot Watches With Love And Horror</blockquote>

<blockquote>“What is taquitos,” she asks her house, carefully, in its tongue.</blockquote> ➤ this is SO GOOD

<blockquote>The first time Rey tried something fresh and crunchy and good, she was in a cantina on a planet more green than she could have ever imagined, and the little treat was crisp on her tongue and a collection of flavours she had no memory of ever experiencing.</blockquote> ➤ predictably, I don't care about the kylo ren sections. but everything else is good!

<blockquote>Yolande persuades Sunshine to employ her magic in her baking. Sunshine has her doubts.</blockquote>